On Monday evening I was fortunate enough to spend a an hour in the company of a gorgeous and talented young woman. Sadly, I had to share her company with a few hundred others who sat around seat K20 at the Garrick Theatre. For the beauty who had enraptured me was of course Billie Piper, starring in a terrific play called Treats. A black comedy which had some powerful moments, actually the entire 2nd act was astounding in the way it managed to convey so much with so little dialogue, I’ve been pondering bits of the play over in my head and almost feel like going back to see it again, and not just for another sight of Billie’s shapely legs and needless to say I won’t be too upset at having to glimpse Billie’s near naked torso again… sigh

I’m not quite sure what it is I find so enchanting about Billie, she just exudes this earthy sexuality. I look at her and find it impossible not to feel a shiver of excitement at the mere thought of pressing my lips against hers. Her mouth has to fight her eyes for my attention, she’s possibly the only ‘famous’ person I’ve ever really had sexual thoughts of. Strange I know but I just don’t get the point of lusting after someone who will never be a part of your life, why burden yourself with all that mental frustration?! Nah, I much prefer to torture myself to a higher degree, I just lust after people who are in my life but don’t know I lust after them… there’s nowt as good as unrequited love for cleansing the soul But anyway, yeah Billie Piper, I can’t see a photo of her in a magazine or paper etc without thinking, “Fuck yeah! I would really like to make love to you Billie, just to find out if you taste as good as you look” And please don’t think I just want to fuck her, oh god no, If I’m going to fantasise I’m going for the works, I’m not fantasising about anything less than an intense love making session which would involve considerable amounts of foreplay and that’s all I’m saying

So anyway, my colleague who will be revelling in the fact that he is getting yet another mention in my blog, was also in attendance on Monday evening with an associate of his who seemed to be quite a pleasant guy; writing a film script so must aspire to some boho existence on the borderline of poverty and despair, unless of course the script is about some ageing has been who return to take on ‘bad guys’ young enough to be his grandsons…Hollywood doesn’t like movies which make you think, unless its the way some commercial sponsor has told them they want to make you think, with product placement all over the fucking place, no thanks to that fucking Australian/American Bastard Murdoch.

As I was saying, my colleague has taken it upon himself to… get this… write to Billie Piper c/o The Garrick Theatre, to tell her that I thought her performance was superb and enclosing one of my ‘business’ cards, suggesting she contacts me if she feels like a coffee or a frozen yoghurt! What it must be to live in a fantasy world where you could even remotely consider that she’ll ever get the letter never mind her not immediately contacting Bow Street cop shop to have a restraining order issued preventing poor mr omneo from going to the theatre… She wouldn’t do that would she?? Would she?!? Nah, come on, she married that twat Chris Evans, she must be used to nutters by now. So whilst my colleague is only mildly deranged he is far more entertaining that Evans, then again I find modelling life size sculptures of tyrannosaurus rexs with my ear wax more entertaining than Chris Evans so I’m not sure that’s much of a compliment…sorry McPot!!

However, in the extremely unlikely event that the ravishing Miss Piper ever finds this entry and can excuse my airing my lustful thoughts of her she will find that the offer of coffee is really there. I mean come on, what sort of cad would I be to turn her down if she did contact me??

So, what song will accompany this blog? Click play to hear Stevie Wonder sing my song :p

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It entered my consciousness today that we mourn the death of non-living things. I was probably always aware of that fact but as I said, it only really entered my consciousness today, at around 15:06 GMT to be more precise, roll a dice if you want the seconds as well!

I had just finished converting the tune that I selected for this blog, as regular readers will know, I often share a favourite or obscure track in my blogs, usually something that inspired me to actually burn some calories and type! I’ve chosen a rather excellent live recording of Long Black Veil by The Dave Matthews Band, the track was taken from a 6CD live set recorded over 3 nights at The Gorge in September 2002. I guess it touches the romantic fool inside of me that likes to think I would do the same, all in the name of love. But anyway, that got me thinking about how I was going to write this entry when it occurred to me that I’ve just spent the last few months in a period of ‘mourning’ but now I’m just sick of the same ‘blah’ feeling, it’s time to move on, yes? Excellent!! I’m glad you agree.

So? What the fuck am I going on about? Well, I recently decided to cull a load of people from my life; don’t worry, I didn’t go ‘postal’ and gun people down in the street, tho for some it’s a tempting prospect. I merely went through my address book and thought long and hard about each person and whether it was worth keeping in contact. it’s worth mentioning that the exercise wasn’t all about getting rid of people, I also re-gained contact with 2 very good friends who had married and moved away, one to South Africa and the other to somewhere far more dangerous…Yorkshire!

Overall I didn’t lose sleep about any of the people I chose to say goodbye to, with the exception of 1. Rather foolishly I decided when I was drunk that that’s what I would do and then realised that once I had said it I couldn’t really go back. Better out than in I supposed and figured, well, now it’s all out in the open. I secretly hoped that ‘she’, for it was a female, would laugh it off and things would revert back to ‘normal’ given the things we’ve said to each other over the years while drunk; this barely registered above a 3 out of 10. But ‘she’ didn’t say anything and still hasn’t…

So, I’ve been feeling sorry for myself for a while. Beating myself up for being so stubborn but actually I look at it now and think, “hold on… Friendship is a two way thing and ‘she’ has never made any attempt at talking to me despite me trying a few times on MSN to start a conversation. So perhaps she never really cared after all? Which of course makes me wonder when ‘she’ decided that our friendship was over? I’d like to ask her but it’s hardly the sort of thing she’ll reply to, if she can’t reply to “How are you?” what hope do I have with, “So, when did you realise that our friendship was over and where you ever going to tell me or did you hope I’d take the silence to mean ‘get lost’?” Yes, I thought you’d agree with me.

Anyway, it’s all rather academic. It’s over, it’s finished, it will soon be forgotten. just as well I now have this blog, so I can look back someday and remember the people I’ve lost in life as well as the people I’ve found. Who’s to say we won’t talk again in years to come, some of my close friends now are those I’ve ‘lost’ before. But then again, I was different back then also. Back then I was probably more willing to preserve the good memories of people I’ve known, seldom recalling the bad times. Reality is teaching me that I need a new prescription for my spectacles, the rose tint has faded from the ones I’m wearing now. Life is certainly much different when you spend most of your waking hours ‘normal’ and by ‘normal’ I mean not on drugs

Anyway, click play sit back and listen to Mr Matthews and his band. They’re playing at Wembley Arena in May, might try and get a ticket last minute on ebay… I’ve noticed that if you buy tickets for gigs during the last week, no matter how sold it is, people would rather sell and make a loss as they can’t return the tickets. Check it out next time you want tickets to a sold out show, just make sure they have the tickets in hand…another money saving tip brought to you by the letters M, R and O!

I’ve been busy this week trying to come up with a new logo for Selfless-Mind.com and have essentially decided on what it will look like, but I’m having trouble selecting the font.

I’ve emailed everyone on my mailing list (if you’re not on it then click here to sign up) asking them to let me know their favourite of the four logos below, what are your thoughts? Email me the letter/name of the logo you prefer. You don’t have to elaborate on why you like or dislike the one you you but if you do all the better

(A) Engebrechtre

(B) Noir et Blanc

(C) Organda

(D) Radearn

Thanks a lot for helping out Marc